No Lie

[Intro]
Ayo Eli, what the fuck?!
A Lau on the beat

[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with niggas that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
Niggas pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?

[Verse 1]
Too drippy, I cannot cuff that, too mixxy
They move with me, 'cause everywhere I go I be too stichy, look
Run it back up, in like a month I blew fifty, uh
Run the racks up, Breezy and Boomer, match up
Got niggas bigger mad, AR in a different bag
These niggas ain't drippin' right, I got a different swag
Everyday pop a different tag, everyday I got different cash
They bring all they money out, that's all that was in your stash?
Opps write me in upper case, them niggas all cap
Just in case gotta slide any block, I be drippin' in all black
Mask on 'cause they all rats, but them niggas all lack
I don't sleep, I take all naps, boy I just did four flat

[Bridge]
Free the gang, they get hit with conspiracy
Boy nobody seeing me lyrically
They can't fuck with me, mentally, physically
But they tag him if that nigga mention me
G.I.P [?], they don't know what you meant to me
I wonder if that shit was meant to be, why you speakin' on shit that you lent to me?
Swear to God my son gon' be a better me

[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with niggas that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
Niggas pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?

[Verse 2]
We givin' out all smoke, my opps all broke
Them bullets be comin' too fast, better not be a slow-poke
Ten toes, I'ma be a stand up nigga, but I'm not no joke
I got aim, but I'll chase a nigga down, just to see that shit up close
AR never been no cap, don't got at least twenty in the crib, I'ma snap
Don't ask 'bout me speakin' on dead niggas 'cause you know I ain't taking it back
She ain't fuckin', I leave her on read, she tryna be low, so she hit me on Snap
I don't know how much times I'm gon' say this, I really get busy, I don't just rap

[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with niggas that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
Niggas pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?